Taishang Hualong Jue

Chapter 189 Battle King

"I'd like to see what's so weird about your natal Horcrux." His eyes narrowed slightly, and he let out a soft drink in his heart. A gust of breeze passed by, and Feng Ling's figure was suddenly illusory and scattered with the wind.

The warning sign in Qin Luo's heart suddenly rose, the scepter in his hand was radiant, surrounded by the power of life and death, lightly touched the void, the ripples spread, the Dao pattern flowed, and a picture of life and death manifested, setting off a frenzy of spiritual energy.

Ripples appeared in the void, and a distorted fuzzy figure manifested. He was like the wind, ethereal and blurred, seemingly real and unreal, surrounded by a breeze around his body, like a fairy in the sky, with a kind of ethereal charm.

"Wind without phase!"

The voice was ethereal and erratic, and Feng Ling's figure distorted for a while, dissipating into the invisible, as if blending into the natural wind of the world, soundless and invisible, as if disappearing out of thin air, without any trace.

But the keen perception of danger told Qin Luo that Feng Ling did not leave, but was secretly watching for opportunities.

The wind, phaseless, silent, blows gently, like a mountain spring flowing gently.

Qin Luo waited in line, his body tensed, thinking that he had encountered a formidable opponent like Ghost again. However, the facts told him that Feng Ling might be an excellent killer, but he didn't need that to deal with him.

A gust of breeze swept over, formless and scattered, but at the moment of approaching Qin Luo, there were slight ripples in the air, and a transparent figure manifested and quickly solidified.

At the same time as it manifested, a large piece of wind blade cut the void and flew towards it, without a sound, just like the wind.

Qin Luo's five fingers vibrated, and a bright light bloomed. He slapped his palm in the air, and a ripple of power swept away like a furious wave, colliding with the wind blade, dispelling the amazing power.

The wind came, and the wind spirit swept across the rioting void like the wind. The corners of the clothes were not damaged or messy. With five fingers spread out, there were three ethereal and twisted sharp blades hovering around. The fireworks seem to have no power at all.

However, Qin Luo felt a strong threat, and swung the scepter fiercely in his hand, making a whistling sound, and the shadows of the scepter were heavy, and finally overlapped together, shaking with the palm of Fengling's slap.

The violent fluctuations suddenly exploded, and the frenzy of power swept across the world, the wind raged, Qin Luo's figure retreated violently, and an illusory and blurred figure followed him like a shadow, and a long sword in his hand was sharp and cold, and suddenly stabbed out.

Qin Luo hurriedly greeted him with the scepter in his hand, and the power poured into the scepter unreservedly, surrounded by the power of life and death, forming a mysterious reincarnation. To the edge of the long sword.

There was a loud bang, the map of life and death shattered, the scepter of ten thousand dao trembled, and almost fell out of his hand, Qin Luo was shocked and retreated hundreds of meters away.

"The physical body is really strong."

Feng Ling's eyes flashed. If he didn't have a strong enough body, the three short collisions before would have been enough to shatter Qin Luo's body, but he endured it without much injury.

"It's a genius, but unfortunately, you took something you shouldn't have."

With a soft sigh, Feng Ling's figure turned into a gust of wind and rushed towards Qin Luo without trying to hide it, but the speed was as fast as wind and lightning, and it was difficult for the naked eye to catch his figure.

Qin Luo's heart was awe-inspiring, and he didn't dare to underestimate a strong man who was crowned king. He mobilized all his strength, with vast aura and surging blood, and he was ready to fight. Out, into the surrounding void.

"Huh? Divine sense?"

With a cry of surprise, the body of Feng Ling who came rushing was slightly shaken, and a touch of surprise appeared in the eyes that seemed to be pregnant with the vortex of the storm, and then retracted.

The figure flew towards Qin Luo at an astonishing speed like lightning, and the long sword split into thousands of sword lights, turning into a sword net, covering the sky and covering the earth, and the sound of sword whistling spread in all directions.

There was a frenzy of power on Qin Luo's body, his body glowed, runes flowed on his scales, and his power was unreservedly released.

As soon as the handprint changed, the frenzy of power turned into countless blazing sun-like fists that struck the sky critically, and the wind of the fists overwhelmed the sky with howling swords, sweeping across all directions, attacking indiscriminately.

Bursts of roar spread, the sword shadow and fist seal shattered, and shock waves of violent power burst out, and the explosive and violent air waves swept across.

Layers of the floor below shattered and exploded, smoke and dust filled the air, and the gravel pierced through the air, as if it had been hacked by countless heavy swords, and it was devastated and a mess.

Qin Luo's body was shaken back, and the spirit of the wind followed him like a shadow. The strange long sword in his hand was like the wind, swallowing a terrible sharp edge, and a little cold light flickered, like a spirit snake spewing out letters, giving people an extremely dangerous feeling.

Even if the long sword was not pierced, Qin Luo still felt like being pricked by needles. The scales covering his body and the power of life and death flowing around him could not get rid of the strong sense of danger.

He gritted his teeth, stabilized his figure, and blasted out with the scepter in his hand carrying a lot of phantoms. The mighty force exploded, and the strange light of life and death flowed.

"Huh? Still dare to take the initiative?"

Feng Ling's expression was indifferent, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, the strength surged, the long sword stabbed out, and a cold light gushed out a three-foot sword light, which was sharp and sharp, piercing through all obstacles.

Sparks sputtered, clanging and trilling sounds resounded, Qin Luo's body fell back, blood sprayed from the tiger's mouth, and Wan Dao's scepter was almost knocked out of his hand by the backlash.

Feng Ling's body was ethereal and blurred, as if turning into a gust of wind, shedding most of the violent force, and the blue light in the other hand formed small whirlwinds, light and fast as lightning, and slapped towards Qin Luo's chest, printed on it.

Qin Luo's body shook violently, his battle armor shone brightly, and his dragon scales squirmed, quickly dissolving the tyrannical power, but the power was too strong, beyond the limit of dissolving.

The dragon scales shattered, blood sprayed out, and the figure flew upside down like a kite with a broken string. The person was in the air, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and hit the ground heavily.

The ground shook, collapsed, and a deep pit was smashed out. Cracks spread like spirit snakes, dust was flying, and smoke covered the sky.

"die!"

The indifferent words were like the murmur of a god of death, Feng Ling turned into a blurred phantom and descended from the sky, the long sword breathed out cold light, and its sharpness was menacing.

"When we don't exist?"

Everything happened too fast, but in a blink of an eye, the two masters of the Lan family who had completed the concentrating state came back to their senses this time, and their figures flashed to the top of the deep pit.

A series of water snakes rose up into the sky around them, and a scepter as transparent as ice crystals turned into an ice crystal dragon soaring out of the sky, trying to stop the wind spirit.

A cold light flashed in Feng Ling's eyes, his expression was indifferent, the long sword in his hand trembled lightly, three sword lights burst out, piercing through the water snakes, the long sword breathed out cold light, and violently pierced the ice crystal dragon.

With a whine, the flood dragon's charge stopped, a crack appeared on its ice crystal body, it was blasted back to the ground, and returned to the old woman's hand again as a scepter.

"roll!"

Shouting like thunder, Feng Ling's body shot down violently, with a wave of the long sword, a ring of sword energy swept out like a gust of wind.

The expressions of the two strong men from the Lan family changed slightly. They felt a strong threat from the sword energy, and quickly resorted to martial arts to resist.

However, the powerful martial arts used seemed vulnerable in front of the ring-shaped sword energy. They were torn apart, and the sword energy swept them away, causing blood to splatter.

"Ok?"

Feng Ling was about to kill into the deep pit below, his expression changed slightly, and he violently withdrew.

However, a white shadow soared into the sky like a swimming dragon, surrounded by clouds and mist, tearing apart the sky at a speed like lightning, and striking out with a heavy fist that circulated bright black and yellow light.

(End of this chapter)